Lyrics:
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
wanna rewind freeline
Freestyle, 3 miles free smiles real wild steel tiles now, this was
Supposed to be a trenton rap that i'm writing, my mind went nuts
putain
On fait pas semblants
Et sache que quand on tire
Mec on l'fait jamais à blanc
J'ai pas pris neuf balles mais moi
J'encule 50
J'ai des blessures qui
Travelling 50 miles just to see her in the flesh
Now the constant daily reminder of nothing that I can do
Hope you're in a better place and you'll have your
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushin' broom
Buys
nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I'm not around, and you
Trailers for sale or rent,
Rooms to let 50 cents,
No phone, no pool, no pets,
Ain't got no cigarettes, ah but
Two hours of pushing broom
Buys
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
back like Remy 'n Joe's song
And Jin came in cocky, but look at his face now
I got him breathin' heavy like when Eminem was fuckin' in 8 Mile
I love
Hundred miles they're running
Anthony and the Johnsons
Listening to 'em while I'm rolling my weed up
Get humble by the simple fact that
I'm rolling this
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let...fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but..two hours of pushin' broom
Buys
the 50 cent cocoa
Ice, ice, me baby
Cause the Black Sheep Dres be up on the scene
Let the top down, turn up the sound
Got my hands in the air
Cause my
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
of death row... and 8 mile
I bet you also didn't know
I'm so versatile that most my songs I slay a little freestyle
So make sure you hit the like and follow
you know ya boy been comin' up)
(Man why don't chu' let ya boy kick a lil' something)
Go ahead Rich, go ahead a kick a lil' freestyle (Yeah)
[Rich Kid]
for my fuckin' Pumas, run home and go fuck my room up
These streets will try to vacuum you up
That's why the avenue where I grew up was 8 Mile
can
He got a shopping cart full of mad cans
He said he on his way to go cash in
In a good mood, I gave his ass a fifty
Not money, bitch, I gave him a 50
cents
So now we count by tens
Are you ready to begin
It goes 10, 20 30, 40, 50, 60, 70 80, 90, a dollar
It goes 10, 20, 30 40, 50, 60, 70, 80 90, 2
and the dogs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny, 'cause we just will eat tons of sushi and walk 50 miles
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the V.I.P. with
the viper
And when I touch the mike i'm trying tro make these boys feel it
And when I stretch this lab I'ma fifth rell it, grill it
Sip the eight, don't spit
cents (no CODs, please)
Del Rio, Texas
Hallelujah, and friends, if you send in this week
Two dollars and ninety-eight cents
You'll get in addition
cents (no CODs, please)
Del Rio, Texas
Hallelujah, and friends, if you send in this week
Two dollars and ninety-eight cents
You'll get in addition
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